The Deviant, I am?

Why do people feel the need to categorize and classify things? More specifically why do they need to label something as not normal when it does not conform to their own views of normality? Don't we all have the right to be individuals? Once a certain uniqueness about a person is taken away, and he/she behaves and conforms to the manner of everyone else then would that not be classified as a mob? (assuming my definitions of a mob are correct ;) )

I have heard that Frank Tannenbaum and Howard S. Becker created and developed labelling theory in the sociology of deviance. It was explained: "Labelling theory suggests that deviance is caused by the deviant person being negatively labelled, internalizing the label, and acting according to the label. As time goes on, the "deviant" takes on traits that define what a real deviant is supposed to do and takes on the role of such a label by committing deviations that conform to the label."

So shall I conform, or shall i be my own unique individual...

At the antipodes

I am at the antipodes again and it seems to be the most common thing in my life. Wanting to do something, to be something but always doing and being at the opposite point of that. When there are no 2 points to consider perhaps the antipodes would not matter because there is and can only be a singularity..

Chronicles of BVD (Black Voodoo Devil): A Stony Creek Romp

This short short (very short) passage chronicles Bladoovil (short for Black Voodoo Devil 'cuz i just feel lazy to type out Black Voodoo Devil and can't think of a better name, well of course unless the 'royal highness' gives it one anyway :)) 

Bladoovil was happily exploring the suburb of Stony Creek when suddenly a giant appeared that wanted to capture Bladoovil's soul using a tool called 'the camera'.

Now of course Bladoovil did not want his soul to be captured (reality check: some people do not like to be photographed for this sole superstitious belief that their soul can be captured), and so he quickly tried to loose the giant amongst a field of golden flowers with nothing but his trusty three-pronged fork and his signature red underwear.

As Bladoovil was trying to find his way through this endless field of golden flowers, an acorn suddenly snuck up from behind him (in truth the acorn just fell from the big giant tree and happen to land behind Bladoovil just as he was passing by).

Having the fright of his life from what appeared to be an assassination attempt from an acorn (of all things), Bladoovil reacted in self defense and leaped to the air to perform his special move with his two-pronged 'fork': the poke-of-death!

Well, we all know the fate of the acorn after that fatal move... now as for the giant, Bladoovil managed to elude him... for now.....

to be continued..... (perhaps)